Such a Naughty Girl (Hot Creeps #2)

Chapter Eleven

CHAPTER ELEVEN

IZZY

Emmett’s mouth fastened over me, his tongue lashing against my clitoris. It should have disgusted me. Instead, heat blossomed from the pleasure he stroked into me. Still sensitive from my waning orgasm, I wriggled and writhed to free myself of the touch. Emmett held me firm against his face, his strong armstighteningaround my hips.

The blanket pressed hard into my face, blood rushing to my head with my upside-down position.

Utterly at mercy to theministrationsof his glorious mouth.

The strokes of his fingers had been heavenly, but the hot, wet sensation of his tongue and lips drove any sense right out of my head.

I’d let him keep me just toexperienceit again.

Gripping the blanket in my fists, I let out ungodly sounds. Throaty moans and pathetic whispers.

‘Daddy, please.’Calling him Daddy sent a thrum of pleasure through me. So dirty.

He didn’t dignify me with a response.

Emmett slid his tongue deep inside, and I lost any ability to do anything other than grind myself against his face.

Devoured .

His hot lips moved back over my slit, sucking on it until I saw stars. I tore at the sheets, tuggingdesperatelyaselectricityripped through me.

I came hard, my bodyshatteringagainst Emmett’s face.

He held me there through the quaking and crying out until I collapsed against him. I barely felt it when he lowered me to the bed, his voicewhisperingover me asexhaustionpulled me under.

‘You’re magnificent.’

Chunk’s wet nose dug into my chin, rousing me from sleep.

‘Chunk,’I groaned, ‘I’m trying to sleep.’

I rolled over, dragging the blanket with me to hide from the morning cold.

‘Up and at ‘em, Princess,’Emmett said, tearing the blanket off and gripping me around the waist.

‘Hey,’I squealed, kicking out as he dragged me against his chest, his hands grabbing me by the bum and holding me up. ‘I don’t want to get up.’

‘Your sausages are getting cold, and if you don’t eat them up, Chunk is going to lose his patience. Don’t blame me if he gets ‘em.’

Reaching up, I ran my hands through Emmett’s messy hair, smoothing it back from his face.

‘You should trim this,’I murmured.

‘And you should go brush your teeth, your mouth smells like old cock.’

‘Emmett!’

He laughed and lowered me to the ground, smacking my ass and pointing me to the bathroom.

Rude .

I grabbed the sparetoothbrushhe’d loaned me and scrubbed at my teeth. My foamy smile looked back at me. How had I been stranded for two days with an older man, and ended up feeling so fucking free?

The sausages were hot and greasy, and exactly what I needed. Chunk stared up at me with those super cute puppy eyes,encouragingme to sneak the burnt ends to him.

For the first time in two days, silencesurroundedthe cabin. No battering shutters or whistling windows.

Emmett placed a steaming cup of coffee down on the table in front of me before pottering around the cabin. The vest he wore exposed the veined muscles of his biceps, thick and strong, as he piled logs in the basket by the burner. His boxer shorts skimmed his mid-thigh, tight where his muscles were widest.

While I hadn’t exactly hated my sexual awakening at Emmett’s very skilled hands, it was Christmas Eve and I was far from family and friends.

As much as I struggled with my parents’ over-involvementin my life, I loved our family get-togethers. The food, the games, the warmth.

They may have lacked a hulking, grizzled sex fiend in my bed, but missing it made me feel sick.

Would they be worried about me?

Why had no one come looking?

‘Hey, Princess, I’m going out to cut some more wood and get Chunk to stretch his legs. You coming?’

‘Does that mean the storm’s over?’Hope surged.

‘Looks like it.’

I went to my jacket pocket and pulled out my phone. Still no signal. Nothing at all.Disappointmentsank in my stomach like a leaden weight.

‘When will the power come back? Or the phone signal?’I asked.

Emmett shrugged. ‘Depends when they can get out to the sticks to deal with the down lines.’

‘If they clear the roads today, maybe I could get home…’

‘Snow is hella deep out there and the wind makes it settle in the gully where the road is. They’ll get through it, but it’ll take a few days.’

I sighed and took another look around the cabin. It’s like Christmas didn’t exist in Emmett’s world.

With a whistle, he called Chunk outside; the door banging behind him.

I dragged on my discarded clothes, raking through Emmett’s drawers until I found some thick woollen socks. Pulling them on, I stuffed my feet into my trainers and threw on my jacket before following them.

The world outside our depraved little cabin stood picture-perfect, sparkling in the morning sun like someone had spilled a thousand packs of glitter.

Snow clung to every branch, the sky above a sea of pink and orange. It stole my breath away.

A solid thunking from my right drew me to analtogethermore delicious sight. Who knew chopping wood could make a man look so darn edible?

The way his thick fingers clenched as he hefted the worn axe. The swipe of his hands as he wiped the gathering sweat on his brow.

Chunk barrelled into my legs, making me laugh.

‘Not a fan of me perving over your master, huh?’

The furry fiend stared at the soggy stick he’d dropped at my feet.

‘Okay,’I laughed.‘I’ll throw it for you.’

Chunk tore through the snow, his fluffy backside bouncing as he halfdisappeared.

‘He’ll do that all day if you keep it up.’ Emmett said, coming over to stand beside me.

‘That might not be so bad. It’s not feeling very festive. At least he’s having fun.’I trailed a finger up over the porch railing, knocking the snow from it in icy chunks.

‘Missing your folks?’Emmett asked, leaning over the rails with his elbows sunk into the snow, making white divots.

‘Yeah. It’s usually much more jolly, you know. Decadent food, lots of music, silly games.’

‘We could do something silly…’Emmett said.

‘You don’t strike me as someone who knows the meaning of silly,’I quipped, smiling at him.

‘I didn’t always live on the edge of society. I’ve had fun.’Emmett’s eyes gleamed.

‘Prove it.’

He glanced out at the pink-coated landscape before moving to the steps and turning to face me. I laughed as he fell backward, landing with a thump on his back in the fluffy snow.

‘What are you doing?’

‘Making a snow angel. Get your ass down here and make one, too.’

Emmett’s arms and legs swept in enormous arcs, making the perfect imprint of an angel.

‘It’s too cold,’I said.

‘I’ll warm you up after. I’ll even make cocoa. With real chocolate.’

I twisted the hem of my jacket in my fingers and bit my lower lip. ‘Cocoa… and you put your mouth on me again, like you did last night?’

A wicked smile plastered his face. ‘You can ride my face as much as you like.’

I laughed and turned, falling back into the pillowy cold.